The red glow dims and the movement stops. It is very dark now, and all is still. I like this time. It is time to move!
My arm moves slowly in the liquid around me. It hits the side. Bump bump bump! There is some movement, then all is still again. My hand finds my mouth. I suck the tiny fingers. I swallow. I swallow again.
It is too still. I twist, but it is too crowded: there is not enough space now. My feet kick the side. Bump! Bump! I hear a muffled noise and again feel movement. I stop kicking. The movement stops. Then I kick again. I like this game!
I stop moving and relax in the dark, curled up tightly. I like this dark! I am so safe, so warm, so complete.
I find my thumb and suck it again.
Response to Fiction Friday.
Wow! Well done. So clever. I never would have thought of the darkness of the womb. Wonderful.
I love these Fiction Friday prompts – I hate it when I don’t get around to doing it in time. I always figure better late than never.
@Chefdruck: I’ve decided not to worry about “deadlines” at all anymore: I’ll respond when I have something to say…and when I remember. Thanks to your response I remembered I hadn’t responded to this one yet.